
I hate it when one thing sits on top of another thing. I'll do my damnedest to knock anything atop a table, DVD player, mantel or whatever the fuck off. I also enjoy carrying off and hiding any small, vital-looking piece of plastic.
Another thing I can't stand is people talking about me when I'm right there in the room. Jesus, why would you talk about how fat someone's getting
when they're sitting right there?! Sure, I don't speak english so well, but is that any reason to be insulting or cruel? And Iams makes a tasty product, I can't help packing on a couple extra ell bees. Jerks. They're all jealous cuz I can lick my crotch whenever I want and they can't.
This afternoon I took a nap in a serving plate.